found out today that the monitor that i've deemed 'the best thing ever' has been displaying footage of my baby sleeping on the same brand monitor in my next door neighbor's home. it's very unsettling. (you know, when she told me this, i was instantly wracking my brain to think if i had ever done anything that could implicate me in some way while that monitor was on. i'm glad i decided to do a tight zoom on ozzy's head and not a larger pan of the room. the room where i walk around in my granny panties that i need to wear because of my c-section scar. the room where i often get national geographic for breastfeeding reasons. those are images no one should ever have to see lest their eyes burn out of their skulls. images that would require hundreds of dollars worth of therapy and even after all that, nothing would ever be right with the world ever again. ever. you do not want to go there. i dont know which circle of hell that would be for you.)
sometimes when i think about giving up on life in general, and sitting like a blob all day, unbidden my mind fills up with images of a neglected garden turning brown, rotting, dying, and thats often enough motivation to keep going, if for no other reason than to prevent the desolation from becoming reality. is it weird that when i think of dying one day, that i get sad knowing my garden will die when i am gone? i dont think anyone else would go tend to it when i am no longer around. i hope they will at least keep a plant or two in remembrance of me, but the little pollinator waystation i've been working for several years now to create will likely be razed and no more.
what? so you are getting pictures of your neighbor's baby and not ozzy??
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